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Happy Father's Day // A Cozy Kitchen

It was the top of the ninth, with two outs and a runner on third. I was nine years old. And I was the next up at bat. While I was little nervous, naturally, I was actually feeling pretty confident. I had played tennis since I was three years old, batted left-handed (because of how I hit a backhand), had one of the best batting scores on the team, and all I needed to do was hit a single. Just one single.

One strike. Then two. And then! I hit a line drive…right into the third baseman’s glove. Game over. My initial rush of excitement deflated instantly, especially after I looked around to see my teammates, a group of nine year old girls, in unison, start to cry. And not just any tears, but like big dramatic sobs. I’m pretty sure seeing how badly I let them down sent me over the edge.

So, like them, I started… All of the girls were now in the arms of their parents who were consoling them and telling them everything would be ok. I spotted my dad and wanted to do the same. I bolted for him, but he stopped me dead in my tracks, told me calmly not to shed one tear, to grab my things and get in the car.

Happy Father's Day // A Cozy Kitchen

At the time I thought my dad was the most insensitive person in the world. But now, looking back, I understand why he did this. Whatever side you’re on in the argument of nature versus nurture, my dad knew my “nature,” who I was at the core: a sensitive, compassionate, cry-at-the-drop-of-hat kind of person. (And I am. I mean, I’m kinda crying right now as I write this post.) He knew that the world would chew someone like me up and spit me out. He knew he had to be a little tougher on me, force me to have a thicker skin or else the world’s realities would break me.

There were plenty of moments throughout my childhood and adult life when my dad has been the quintessential “good dad”; there was that time he bought me a brand new car and put a ribbon it just like they do in those commercials. And that time he surprised me at college with this beautiful red coat he noticed I’d been wanting…and so many more. But my favorite memory of us as father/daughter was when he was preparing me for this world that isn’t always all that kind.

Happy Father’s Day, Papi.

Happy Father's Day // A Cozy Kitchen

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Megan June 16, 2013 at 1:34 am

Thanks for sharing that Adriana. How beautiful!

I also played softball as a kid, but unlike you I did not have a reputation for hitting (or catching) anything well, so there wasn’t too much pressure on me from my team as expectations were pretty low. I guess I was always destined to be more artsy than sporty. :-)

Below is a blog I wrote about Father’s Day myself, if you fancy another read. I also cried while writing mine!

http://themeganford.tumblr.com/post/52389720776/fathersday

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Adrianna Adarme June 17, 2013 at 9:29 am

Aww your post is so sweet. Thanks for sharing!

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Toyota Smith June 16, 2013 at 4:12 am

This was lovely and brought a tear to my eye as I think about how much my Dad means to me x

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Tieghan June 16, 2013 at 5:12 am

So cute! This was such a nice post about your Dad!

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Natalie June 16, 2013 at 12:02 pm

I love this! Such a beautiful post!

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Hope June 16, 2013 at 12:22 pm

Thanks for sharing such a uniquely personal post. It’s funny how differently we see things now being older… The things we are grateful for that at the time seemed so unjust. Enjoy your Father’s Day!

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TiffanyAzure@CremedelaCrumb June 16, 2013 at 6:13 pm

I have similar memories of my father, some Kodak moments, so perfectly perfect, and others where he taught me less sugar coated, but priceless lessons. Love this post!

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Nicole Hunn June 17, 2013 at 6:44 am

As a parent myself, I thank you for this post. One of my 3 children is especially sensitive like you. I want to teach him that the world is, overall, a safe place, but you can still count on it to disappoint you at times. And you will fail, and disappoint yourself. The one and only reason that doesn’t make the world truly unsafe … is because you can handle it. Whatever “it” is. It’s my job to teach him how to handle it – not to avoid it. To try to avoid failure and hardship is not only a fool’s errand, but you’ll cheat yourself out of the some of the best stuff of life in the process. The world needs more Dads like yours.

Nicole

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Adrianna Adarme June 17, 2013 at 9:30 am

Thanks, Nicole!

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Stacey June 17, 2013 at 7:27 am

Beautiful. I’ll bet your parents are so very proud of you! When I was 13 I struck out in the Little League All-Stars Championship game. Worst feeling ever!

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RLT June 17, 2013 at 9:24 am

Is he feeding you ICE CREAM in the last photo? How appropriate after last week’s theme! I’ll never forget the day I learned quitting something I started was not acceptable in our house. Thanks Dad!

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Adrianna Adarme June 17, 2013 at 9:29 am

HA! He totally is. My dad is OBSESSED with ice cream. He eats a small bowl every night.

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Markus June 30, 2013 at 3:39 am

Of course it certainly doesn’t hurt if the dad you speak of also happens to be FREAKIN’ GORGEOUS!

In a word: WOW!!

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